Sometimes I
forget how much Leroy does in a day. This is his Sunday. He got up at the usual
time of 6:00 followed by a little stretching and a shower before breakfast and
devotions. He then took a little reading break before he got ready to walk to
church.
We did not
stay for Sunday school as we had other things to do. We stopped in the
community garden long enough o grab some of the small tomatoes to be considered
snack. We kept munching and walking home. At home we needed to eat a little
something more, change clothes, and head off to meet up with people preparing
to clean sweep the neighborhood. Our team of seven consisted of neighbors, a Coe
College student, and some Mount Mercy Students to gather up trash from the boulevard
(Is that what the area between the sidewalk and the street is called?) and the adjacent
gutter.
Leroy and I
begged out a bit early before everything was clean, went home ate a little
something again, changed clothes, and headed off to Coe for a piano concert. During
intermission, we talked with a friend whom we had not seen in years. The concert
was outstanding. Even though Leroy slept through a good bit of the first half,
I am glad we went. I just kept telling myself that I was not embarrassed when I
would see his head bobbing. I was grateful he did not snore.
After the
concert we walked home past the community garden stopping long enough to pick
some tomatoes to eat tonight and for tomorrow’s salad. I heard someone calling
my name when we walked around the house. It was so we could admire the work
that our downstairs friend had done in straightening up her garage.
In the house
we quickly got out leftovers and I scrambled some eggs while Leroy cut bread. He
was able to take some deep breaths, move a little slower before he got out the
bike, since it was quicker than walking, and headed back to church for some
grief share sessions.
On the other
hand all I had to do was clean some tomatoes, apples, and blueberries, boil and
peel hard boiled eggs for tomorrows lunches before I washed dishes. Since that
time I have been free to do as I please.
Paula
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